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Sword yawned, walking for what felt like hours. He was currently in some alleyway, wandering around without any destination in mind. The reason for his wandering was simply because he’s bored and did not want to stay in his home.
Sword continues to walk, meeting the end of the alleyway and being greeted by the midday sunlight. He squints his eyes due to the brightness and due to how he was in that dark alleyway for what? 30 minutes? He lost count by then. He wanted something or someone to cure his boredom, but Medkit was busy and Rocket did not pick up his calls which Sword found suspicious since Rocket had always picked up his phone within seconds of him calling.
He sighed, now entering the streets, he looked around to see shops that he could go in to somehow relieve his boredom, but none of them was interesting enough for him to enter. Maybe he could go search for Rocket while he’s at it.
Sword continues to stroll through the crowds, taking glances inside stores, cafes, restaurants, and even libraries to somehow locate Rocket. He even met Boombox while he was on his search, though Boombox didn’t know where Rocket was much to Sword’s disappointment.
Sword had already looked in various stores, even Rocket's favourite restaurant but still couldn’t find him, the only place he hadn't visited yet was…Zuka’s shop. He stretched his arms, feeling his bones crack as he made his way to Zuka’s shop.
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Sword arrives, noticing that neither Zuka nor Rocket was in his shop, he yawns, about to give up at this point but noises of metal clanking near the shop woke him right up.
He walked to the source of the sound, being greeted by a car with someone working on repairing it beneath. He walks closer, noticing Zuka tinkering with something on a table.
Zuka notices Sword, giving a small smile, his signature tired look still evident on his face. “Hello, Sword.”
“Mr. Zuka! Hello.” Sword’s eyes wander to the person working underneath the car.
“What’re you doing here? Searching for Rocket?” Zuka asks, his focus shifted from Sword to the pile of metal in front of him, Sword doesn’t know enough about cars to know what he’s working on.
“Yeah, actually.” He leans closer to Zuka, looking at the thing he’s fixing. “He hasn’t been answering my calls and I’ve just been bored.”
Zuka hummed, turning his head around to the car before shouting, grabbing the attention of the person beneath the car. “Rocket! Your little boyfriend is here! Go hang out with him, I’ll take care of the rest.”
Almost immediately, Rocket slides out, a happy look on his face. “SWORD?! Hello!!” Rocket got up from his lying position, now approaching Sword at an alarming speed.
Rocket hugged Sword tightly, giggling as he pulled away. “Sorry for not answering your calls, dad asked me to help out with this thing.” He points at the red car, its hood open with mechanical equipment lying around to where Rocket was working on it.
“It’s fine, sorry for bothering y…” Sword’s eyes trailed off to the outfit Rocket was wearing, it was a typical blue car mechanic outfit, with a white shirt underneath it but was unbuttoned to the point it would’ve exposed Rocket’s chest if he wasn’t wearing the white shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, showcasing Rocket’s perfectly toned arm and prosthetic, black gloves adorning both of them, he had some tools wrapped around his waist with a belt securing it.
Not only that, the entire outfit just seemed to wrap around Rocket’s body perfectly. It wasn’t really revealing but it sure as hell shaped Rocket’s toned figure in a way Sword couldn’t just describe. Why was he even thinking of Rocket’s muscles like this? He’s always been a bit on the more toned side, he means, of course he was, with the constant carrying of the huge rocket launcher during phights, why wouldn’t he?
He coughed, looking away from Rocket. “...Anyway, I didn’t know you knew about these kinds of things, Rocket.” He looked at the car again.
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’ve been helping out dad with lots of stuff! Including cars, so I know a handful of facts about ‘em!” Rocket spun the wrench, catching it in his hand and grinning. “Is that a new jacket? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before.”
“I mean, kind of? It didn’t belong to me originally.” Rocket lets out a small ‘hmm.’ before putting the wrench back onto his waist.
“Anyway, whaddya wanna do now that you’re here? You can’t just come over looking for me after hours of searching and then do nothing together.” Rocket asked, putting a hand on his hip.
Sword puts a hand to his chin, thinking. “A few shops opened down the streets, we could check them out.” Rocket lights up at the idea.
“Ooh! We could do that! There’s one that caught my eye but I haven’t had the time to check it out, let’s go!” Rocket grabbed Sword’s arm, practically dragging him as they both went to check out the new shops.
“Hey—Wait! Shouldn’t you change?!” Sword asked out of concern(well, mostly). Rocket just laughs and continues to drag Sword by his hand.
“No time, don’t have the patience for that when we can go there right now!” Rocket continues to laugh, with Sword worriedly trailing him from behind.
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Sword and Rocket had arrived in the district where the new shops had opened up, and the entire time they were there, Sword practically had to hold back from staring at Rocket’s body for too long.
From the way the outfit just seemed a size smaller than his actual size to the way it shaped Rocket’s chest, it all made Sword go crazy. Not publically, of course. He’s not that shameless.
Rocket continued to drag Sword around, looking at the items displayed over the glass. Rocket points to a jewellery shop, noticing the sparkling necklaces and garments in it. Sword smiled and side-eyed Rocket, except his eyes went a bit too low and his gaze laid on Rocket’s chest in a totally coincidental way.
Rocket continued to ramble on about a topic, only noticing Sword had gone quiet a few minutes in. He turned his head around to face Sword. “You alright over there?” Rocket waved his hand in front of Sword, making Sword come back to his senses.
“Huh, oh, yeah.” Sword felt his face heat up a tiny bit, wondering if he’s visibly blushing currently. Thankfully, it looked like he didn’t as Rocket steered the silence away to more rambling as he dragged Sword to a restaurant, wanting to check it out. Sword complied, of course.
They both ordered takeout, opting to eat it at a bench somewhere in a street that wasn’t too crowded. It seemed they’ve been hanging out for a very long time seeing as the sun was beginning to set. Not that both of them mind though, they love spending time with each other.
Rocket spots an empty bench facing the sunset, he points it out and Sword follows him to go settle there. They both sit fairly close to each other, setting their takeouts beside them and taking out the food before eating. They continue to chat over their food, smiling and laughing as they do so.
Rocket and Sword fairly ate quickly, seeing as not much time has passed since they’ve sat down. Rocket feels his phone buzz in his pocket, unlocking it and seeing that Zuka won’t be home the entire night to meet up with some client. Rocket shrugs it off, instead seeing this as an opportunity to invite Sword over.
“Ooh, dad’s not gonna be home until tomorrow, wanna spend the night over like right now?” Rocket smiled, throwing the packaging for the takeout in the trash.
The words ‘spend the night’ had made Sword’s head accelerate. Thinking of every possible scenario when they got to Rocket’s house. A blush crept onto his cheeks, his mouth frozen in place.
He shook off the thoughts, berating himself for thinking like this in public of all places, sure it was deserted with no people in sight but still, Sword didn’t want to be as shameless as that.
“Sure, why not?” He returns the smile, watching Rocket stand with him following suit.
The day they spent made them quite tired as they took it easy and walked at their own pace. Sword’s eyes once again trails off, except this time he notices that…Rocket’s nipples were protruding through his clothing. He squinted, making sure that he wasn’t hallucinating, and he wasn’t.
He coughed violently, taking off his jacket before flinging it over Rocket’s shoulders to cover him. He looks to the side, avoiding eye contact with Rocket. Rocket looks at him with a confused face.
“Huh? Why the jacket?” Rocket feels around Sword’s jacket, finding it to be a nice texture.
“W-Well! You know, it’s getting late and you might catch a cold with that thin fabric! Ahahaha!” Sword laughed awkwardly, scratching his neck.
Rocket hummed in response. “Well, thank you then. It is getting a bit chilly around these parts…” Rocket said, thinking more on how the weather was colder than usual.
“R-Right?! So let’s just get to your house quickly to warm up there! I don’t want either of us to be catching a cold!” Sword practically pushed Rocket, continuing to laugh awkwardly as they both made their way to Rocket’s home.
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They arrive, Rocket unlocks the door, letting Sword in before locking it again and taking off his shoes and the jacket Sword handed him and gave it back. Sword was being oddly still, seeming to stare off into space looking like he was unsure on what to do.
Rocket walks past Sword and into the living room, Sword follows, still being quiet after going into Rocket’s home. “I’ll go change, there’s clothes that you left here a while back, you could—” Rocket felt arms wrapping around his waist and a body belonging to Sword pressing against him. Sword buries his face in the crook of his neck.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Sword? What's wrong?” Other than feeling Sword’s body press against his back and Sword’s arms wrapping around his waist, he felt a pressure against his backside.
Ah, so that’s why.
“Sword, are you—”
“Before I embarrass myself further; yes, I did get turned on by you wearing that outfit.” Sword whispers out of embarrassment into Rocket’s neck.
Rocket stood silent for a few moments, before putting one arm behind his back and wrapping it around Sword’s head. “Hey, if you wanted to do it you could’ve just told me.”
“We were in public…”
“I meant when we were in a more secluded place. God, you’re so cute.” Sword loosened his grip on Rocket’s waist, allowing him to turn around and cup Sword’s cheeks. Rocket placed a kiss on Sword’s nose. “C’mon, let’s go to my bedroom.”
“...Are you sure?” Sword asked, grabbing Rocket’s prosthetic hand before bringing it to his mouth and kissing it.
“Of course I am.” Rocket smiled, feeling Sword hum into his metal hand. Rocket pulled away his prosthetic before kissing Sword on the lips. Sword happily welcomes Rocket, letting him take the lead and making their way to Rocket’s bedroom.
Rocket discarded his tool belt somewhere on the way to his bedroom with Sword still kissing him. They both arrive and Sword immediately jumps to mark Rocket’s skin with kisses and small bites. Rocket lets out a small moan, resting his head on Sword’s shoulders as he gently puts them both on the bed with Sword being the one on top of him.
Sword palmed Rocket’s crotch, feeling his erection and making Rocket yelp in surprise as he continued to suck and bite on Rocket’s neck.
Sword’s hand pulled away from Rocket’s crotch, earning a disappointed whine from him. Sword grabs Rocket’s prosthetic hand, biting the glove before slipping it off with his teeth.
Sword continues to kiss at Rocket’s prosthetic while looking up at him, continuing to do so as he makes his way up with kisses. Sword reaches Rocket’s neck and bites it particularly hard, earning a surprised yelp from Rocket. The sensation of it made Rocket’s breath hitch and made his cheek flush red. He’s left speechless, unable to form a coherent sentence as he stutters.
Sword took his other glove off, before kissing Rocket on the mouth. Rocket lets Sword’s hand explore his clothed body, still feeling his erection against his ass. Sword took off his shirt which he discarded somewhere near the bed before continuing to kiss Rocket everywhere on his body.
Rocket moans softly, enjoying the contact Sword was giving him, before feeling Sword buck his hip into Rocket’s ass, earning a yelp from him.
Sword continued to roll his clothed erection into Rocket, grunting as he gripped Rocket’s thigh.
He tipped his head down, reaching in for the skin beneath Rocket’s horn, biting them and earning a particularly loud moan from Rocket. So he was sensitive there? How cute. Rocket held onto Sword’s back, kissing him on the cheek.
Sword rolled his hips once more, usually he’d be patient with Rocket but how could he when he just looked so alluring like this?
Rocket gasped at Sword’s constant humping. He felt his clothes tighten, now feeling a bit uncomfortable as the pressure on his chest was building. “Sword—”
Without any words, Sword unbuttoned Rocket’s shirt, lifting up his white garment underneath it and slipping his hand to grope Rocket’s chest, teasing his nipples and pinching on them, making Rocket let out a surprised whine from his mouth.
Sword continued to grind his hips onto Rocket, exploring and teasing his chest while his mouth worked on kissing his skin and leaving behind bite marks. Rocket moaned in delight at Sword’s constant attention.
Sword disconnected himself from Rocket, sitting upright before he completely undressed both himself and Rocket, leaving behind their underwear being the only thing they’re wearing.
He lowered himself to Rocket’s chest, now licking his chest and sucking his nipple with his vacant hand teasing the other. Rocket whimpered at the unfamiliar feeling on his chest, but welcomed it nonetheless.
Sword circles his tongue on Rocket’s nipple, sucking and licking it. His other hand was tweaking the other nipple and occasionally squeezing it. Rocket’s back arched into Sword’s mouth, making it easier for Sword to continue playing with Rocket’s pecs.
Sword bit down on Rocket’s nipple, leaving behind a bite mark before moving to remove his and Rocket’s boxers, sliding it down their legs and leaving it behind on the bed. Sword’s cock was throbbing, resting on top of Rocket’s stomach.
“Lube?”
“In the drawer.”
Sword nods, opening the drawer in the bedside table and pulling the lube out. “Do…you always have this in there?”
Rocket suddenly blushed, averting his gaze. “...It helps when I’m feeling pent up.”
“Rocket, do you—”
“Yes, yes I do.” Rocket said in an embarrassed tone. “L-Let’s just move on, please.” He blushed deeper, feeling sweat rolling down his cheek.
Sword nods, opening the cap of the lube and squeezing a fair amount onto his hand, slicking his cock with it before lining up with Rocket’s hole. Rocket held in his breath, preparing for the incoming intrusion in his hole.
He slowly inserted himself in, making sure he didn’t hurt the smaller demon and giving Rocket reassuring kisses while doing so. Rocket heaves, letting himself get used to Sword’s large length and holding his hand.
Sword bottomed out inside of him, grunting as he felt Rocket’s walls clamp in on him. Rocket sweats, breathing heavily and leaning in for a kiss. Sword happily obliges, kissing Rocket and continuing to hold Rocket’s hand.
“Mmh…” Rocket moans into the kiss, letting himself relax.
They both pull away from the kiss, Sword wiping the drool on the corner of his mouth away, now placing his hands on the side, beginning to thrust into Rocket. Sword grunts, moving at a slow pace to let Rocket get used to his dick.
Sword bucked his hips, leaning down to once again kiss Rocket’s neck, licking the hickeys he left behind. He lifts Rocket’s legs, allowing himself to bury inside more into Rocket. “Sword!” Rocket gasped, feeling Sword directly hit his prostate.
Fuck, Sword felt his dick ache at how Rocket was coming undone even at the slightest touches, his flushed face, his disheveled hair and the way he looked at him in such a desperate way made him want to pleasure him more; to make Rocket his.
He continues to buck shallow thrusts, making sure Rocket is used to his length so that there wouldn’t be any chances he’d hurt him. Sword bit his lip, before exhaling and gripping Rocket’s thigh harder. A minute passes of Sword’s tender handling of Rocket, before Rocket decides to speak up.
“S-Sword, faster, please…” Rocket looks up at Sword with half-lidded eyes, his arms slacked over Sword’s shoulders. Of course, Sword obliged with Rocket’s request, how could he not when he looks so damn cute under him like this?
Sword leans in to suck and bite on Rocket’s chest again, rolling his hips hard and picking up his pace as per Rocket’s request. Rocket moans loudly, gripping onto Sword. He buries his head into Sword’s shoulders, a muffled moan escaping from his lips.
Rocket turned his head, letting Sword fuck into him and moaning every time he grazed against his prostate. The way Sword rolled his hips so deliciously makes Rocket wish that Sword was more open with his desires, the idea of being fucked into oblivion by his boyfriend and being overstimulated until there was nothing but moaning and pleads escaping from his throat just seemed so appealing to him.
Sword continued to suck on Rocket’s nipple, leaving it swollen and sensitive to the touch. Sword licked his lips from the drool that was seeping from his mouth, before going back to playing with Rocket’s chest with both his mouth and his hand.
“H-Haah…What’s with you and my—oh~—chest t-today?” Rocket asked with a shaky breath, holding Sword’s head as he continued to lap on his pecs.
“...No reason.” And with that, Sword continues to drive his shaft into Rocket’s hole. Though he did go faster and harder because of Rocket’s request, it just wasn’t enough. It was good, it felt good, but it just wasn’t enough. Rocket tries to grind up onto Sword’s dick, but he was too grounded to do so.
He wanted to feel Sword pound mercilessly into his hole. Sure, the tender fucking they’d done multiple times felt amazing, but Rocket wanted to shake things up a little for a change. Rocket appreciated that Sword was gentle with him in the way that he wouldn’t let him get hurt during their intimacy, hell he thinks it’s really cute but he thinks Sword should be open with his own desires for once.
“Hnngh~! O-Oh fuck…!” Rocket trembles, feeling Sword hit his prostate directly again. Sword detaches himself from his nipple, now opting to kiss Rocket as he holds his hand. Rocket could feel heat pooling in his stomach, he whimpered, feeling his climax coming closer.
“R-Rocket, you close?” Sword asks, placing comforting kisses onto Rocket’s skin.
“Mmmhn, yeah…S-Sword~! I-I’m—” Rocket arched his back, feeling his legs tremble as his orgasm hit him, his body shuddering before he laid on the bed, chest heaving. Sword stops, kissing Rocket’s forehead comfortingly. Rocket looked at Sword, before deciding to speak up.
“You didn’t come again.” He gripped Sword’s shoulders, a serious expression painting his face. He was always the first one to come undone during sex, and most of the time, Sword never did and laughed it off, just glad he got to make Rocket feel good.
“I’m fine with that.”
“The last time you came was when I had to take control and ride you.” Rocket pouts, looking away from Sword as he chuckled.
“Seriously, Rocket. I’m fi—”
“Sword, I’m telling you to take control.” Sword paused, with Rocket holding his cheek and forcing Sword to look at him. “I appreciate that you care about my well-being but I want you to feel good, too. So be open about your desires just this once, please?”
Sword paused, his hand moving to lay it on top of Rocket’s prosthetic, harbouring an unreadable expression before a serious one rested onto his face. He rubbed Rocket’s metal arm gently.
“...You want me to take full control? Are you sure?” He seemed to have a worried expression, staring into Rocket’s eyes deeply. Rocket’s comfort always came first, but…
It’s not like Sword didn’t have any indecent desires, either.
So with his boyfriend giving him the permission for him to take control of everything currently going on, he felt a thread snap within him. His breath hitched at the idea, not wanting to hurt Rocket but at the same time he wanted to take on Rocket’s offer and let himself go loose fully.
Rocket notices how Sword was deep in thought, before cutting the silence.
“Hey, if you’re worried about hurting me, I’ll tell you when to stop, alright?” Rocket rubbed Sword’s cheek in a soothing way, smiling gently as he leans up and kisses in between Sword’s eyes.
Sword stood silent, before he grabbed Rocket’s hand, placing a kiss on his wrist.
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“R-Rocket…!” Sword heaved, burying his face deep into Rocket’s neck.
Rocket tilts his head to the back, a low moan escaping his mouth. Sword’s cock was sliding in and out of him, he felt every inch of him grazing his walls as the only thing keeping his hole stretched open was Sword’s tip. He squeezed his eyes, letting out a pathetic moan as he tried to grind his hips against Sword’s dick.
It felt good, so good.
Everything seemed to be happening so quickly, Rocket couldn’t even keep up if he wanted to. Sword pulled his dick out, grabbing hold of Rocket’s waist with both hands as he repositioned the both of them so that Rocket would be laying down on his stomach. Sword bit the back of Rocket’s neck, letting a hickey blossom under his skin.
“Mmhng…” Rocket whimpered, feeling as Sword grabbed his ass and sinking him on Sword’s cock again.
Rocket coughed slightly as a response to the stimulation, he couldn’t keep count, he didn’t know what round they were in. Was Sword’s stamina always this good?
The thought crosses his mind, but that wasn’t the important thing right now. Sword was moving, he was moving again. He felt as Sword’s bigger frame moved in between his hole with thrusts that filled him to the brim every single time. Rocket shudders, his legs opening instantly as to let Sword shove in his cock easier.
Rocket’s lips twitched as if he wanted to smile against the sheer pleasure he was receiving. His hole was so soft and willing to take in Sword’s shaft with no resistance at all.
His head was throbbing, he wasn’t sure as to when it would end but at the same time he didn’t want this to end. The air felt intoxicating, the thick and heavy atmosphere making Rocket’s mind foggy with desire. He couldn’t think of anything, only that he wanted Sword to continue using him like this.
“Ungh…!” He felt as Sword’s body pressed in on his back, making him squirm and clenching his walls tighter. Sword felt bigger than before, his arm wrapping around Rocket’s waist as the other went under his body and to his chest to play with his nipples. Rocket wanted to grind against Sword’s cock but he fell limp, his body only twitching. He had no strength at all.
Sword was fucking him harder than before, Rocket’s tight hole struggling to keep up as his entire body shivered.
“Rocket…I-I love you, I love you so much…!” Sword whimpered, his voice cracking as he continued to bite at his skin, Rocket felt good, he loved Rocket, Rocket was perfect. Sword’s tears pricked at the corner of eyes, threatening to stream down his face.
Sword’s body continues to press against Rocket’s back, moving his mouth closer to Rocket’s ear and whispering ‘I love you’s and calling out Rocket’s name as he continues to roll his hips against Rocket’s hole.
Rocket heard himself screaming, at least that’s what he thought he was but his throat only lets out a clamour of moaning and whimpers with the occasional sound of Sword’s name. His eyes were half-opened as sweat rolled down every part of his skin, his mind becoming high on the feeling of pleasure taking on his nerves.
He felt as a pair of lips kissed his cheek, he turned his head around weakly as he leaned up to kiss Sword, moaning into his mouth as Sword melted into the kiss, keeping his pace steady.
Sword disconnects from the kiss. He heard Sword calling out his name ringing in his ears, then he felt teeth grazing the bottom of Rocket’s horn, before biting the skin under it.
The bed was squeaking underneath them, Rocket thanked the deities that his room was soundproofed or else the neighbours would’ve come knocking at the door complaining about the noise. His body shudders, lips twitching as a low moan left his throat with no warning while he dug his nails deeper into the mattress.
Sword kissed Rocket’s neck, keeping his body pinned down, his warm hands clinging onto Rocket’s body as he refused to let him go. Rocket felt Sword’s cock twitch inside of him, moaning in delight as Sword kept grazing and hitting his prostate.
Rocket heard Sword say that he was close, though it drowned in his mind as the sensations were the only thing registering in his mind.
Sword thrusted particularly hard into Rocket, filling him to the brim once again with his cum. He was releasing inside of him, telling Rocket how much he loved him as he filled him with his dick and spilling his cum inside of him until Rocket couldn’t move.
His body twitched, feeling as Sword gently caressed him while he pulled out. Rocket felt as the world went dark around him while it also felt bright, he slowly drowned in the feeling of exhaustion that came over his entire body.
He thanked the deities he let Sword succumb to his desires today.